Violeta Allmuca, Tirana, Albania

﻿Violeta Allmuça, born in Dibër, northern Albania, is a well-known writer, literary critic and a poet. She has published three novels and two volumes of poetry in Albanian language. She has studied Literature and linguistics at the University of Tirana, Albania, 1991. According to Albanian literary critics, she is one of the most popular voices in Contemporary Albanian Literature. Due to her ideals of freedom, Allmuça’s work was not published during the communist regime in the 1980s. Allmuça published her first book of poetry in 1994. For over two decades, she has been a regular contributor, editor and literary critic in many Albanian and international newspapers and journals. In 1986, Allmuça was admitted as a member into the Albanian Union of Writers and Artists. In the Albanian community of writers, sexism still exists; women are often considered to be more of a housewife than an equal to men. Albanian women have never been able to find the right space to participate in politics and literature and write in a balanced and proportionate way side by side with male colleagues. Allmuça has published the following books –Eyes of Night(poetry, 1994); The Wind of Passion (a novel, which has gone into five printings, 1995); A Lady in the Fog (novel, 1998; I Live with Fire (poetry, 2000); Julia,(Novel, 2004); and Love Comes from Jail (novel, 2012).

The ground covered with roses of memories expect the final truth about itself. Interweaved with madness of love, sadness and surprise it matures with gentleness. With a multitude of personifications aspiring towards adjective, allegorically beaming the pearls of its own, sincere ... destiny. Woven with naivite, optimism is fed while the essence inexorably rising in the bosom of the insane intentions. Crazy ones? Of her environment that denies optimism through building exclusivity with concrete walls of weird gray, retrograde habits to condemn. Poetry of humility and love. All of them! And who are they? It was all of those that are considered humans and not understood the message of an embodiment of possible love, that walks towards the happiness. Human life is that. The foundation that walks towards happiness. Do not stop it. Let it be. Certainly hope dies last. While building memories for the new generations to come, not even for one moment leaves the flood behind. Ah, if everyone would do just like that. As Violeta Allmuca. If all ... Would just try.